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by Henry Lawson The “boss-over-the-board” was leaning with his back to the wall between two shoots, reading a reference handed to him by a green-hand

by Aesop A Heron was walking sedately along the bank of a stream, his eyes on the clear water, and his long neck and pointed

by W.C. Morrow I On a sweltering July day a long and ungainly shadow, stretching thirty feet upon the ground, crept noiselessly up an avenue

by O. Henry A lank, strong, red-faced man with a Wellington beak and small, fiery eyes tempered by flaxen lashes, sat on the station platform

by Honore de Balzac The high constable of Armagnac espoused from the desire of a great fortune, the Countess Bonne, who was already considerably enamoured

by O. Henry Where to go for wisdom has become a question of serious import. The ancients are discredited; Plato is boiler-plate; Aristotle is tottering;

by O. Henry Curly the tramp sidled toward the free-lunch counter. He caught a fleeting glance from the bartender’s eye, and stood still, trying to

by William Dean Howells In the reign of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid there lived at Bagdad a merchant named Ali Cogia, who was neither of the

by Rudyard Kipling What rendered vain their deep desire?A God, a God their severance ruled,And bade between their shores to beThe unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.

by Harriet Beecher Stowe Under the window of a certain pretty little cottage there grew a great old apple-tree, which in the spring had thousands

by Jack London He lay on his back. So heavy was his sleep that the stamp of hoofs and cries of the drivers from the

by Jerome K. Jerome Bump. Bump. Bump-bump. Bump. I sat up in bed and listened intently. It seemed to me as if someone with a

The Hollow of the Three Hills by Nathaniel Hawthorne In those strange old times, when fantastic dreams and madmen’s reveries were realized among the actual

by Melville Davisson Post Sir Henry paused a moment, his finger between the pages of the ancient diary. “It is the inspirational quality in these

by Edna Ferber Millie Whitcomb, of the fancy goods and notions, beckoned me with her finger. I had been standing at Kate O’Malley’s counter, pretending

by Rabindranath Tagore Phatik Chakravorti was ringleader among the boys of the village. A new mischief got into his head. There was a heavy log

by Guy de Maupassant Two versions of this story are included in the Guy de Mauppasant collection. The two differ in title an translation. The

by Rudyard Kipling (1911) A hooded motor had followed mine from the Guildford Road up the drive to The Infant’s ancestral hall, and had turned

by Guy de Maupassant The shadows of a balmy night were slowly falling. The women remained in the drawing-room of the villa. The men, seated,

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The idea that the extraordinary narrative which has been called the Joyce-Armstrong Fragment is an elaborate practical joke evolved by

by Rudyard Kipling (1911) _The Rt. Hon. R.B. Haldane, Secretary of State for War[6], was questioned in the House of Commons on April 8th about

by H. P. Lovecraft In my tortured ears there sounds unceasingly a nightmare whirring and flapping, and a faint distant baying as of some gigantic

The Horse Stealers by Anton Chekhov A HOSPITAL assistant, called Yergunov, an empty-headed fellow, known throughout the district as a great braggart and drunkard, was

by Robert Barr Prince Lotarno rose slowly to his feet, casting one malignant glance at the prisoner before him. “You have heard,” he said, “what